The MS. in a Red BoxHamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
History
The MS. in a Red Box
Hamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
Axholme, Isle of (England) -- History -- Fiction
"Is he empowered to pull down churches that he may use the stones to
embank his drains?" I asked; for to me it appeared sacrilege to dry up
our rivers and streams.
"Doubtless he might do that, if he would pay money enough into the
empty exchequer," replied Dick; "and for a trifle more he might have
royal authority to dig up our ancestors' bones, and burn them for the
lime he could get out of 'em."
Before we reached Tudworth, Squire Portington's place, a noise in the
distance told us that the driving of the deer had begun; and, as soon
as might be, we were in the saddle and on our way into the forest,
guided by the sound of shouting men and barking dogs. For some time we
rode on, neither meeting nor seeing any one. The course of the drivers
seemed to be winding away from us. Suddenly, as we emerged from the
shadow of a thickish grove, we saw in the open before us a doe and her
fawn standing in a stream, drinking. Behind them were some of the
finest oaks in the Chace, magnificent in the splendour of mid-June
foliage. My friend drew rein, and cursed all Dutchmen with a vehemence
that might have provoked laughter from a cooler companion.
"Think of it, Frank," he said. "Not a buck to be left! These trees to
be cut down! No more music of hound and horn!"
How long Dick might have cursed and lamented, I know not, but for the
coming of a verderer, who told us that the beaters had orders to drive
toward Thorne Mere, and that we had best ride in that direction, if we
desired to see the taking of the deer. So we hastened northward
instead of following the army of keepers, and made for the rising
ground above the mere, where we found a great crowd of gentle and
simple already gathered.
In a short time an immense herd burst from the covert of the wood,
followed by a multitude of men and dogs. Nearly all the deer took to
the water, and then were pursued by a hundred or more boats. A few
took refuge on islets here and there, and some swam right across the
mere, but far the greatest number huddled together, terrified and
exhausted, in water up to their necks. The fellows in the boats
surrounded the little forest of horns, and some ventured amongst them,
and tying a strong, long rope to their heads, dragged them to land, and
bundled them into carts, or tethered them for ease of driving whither
they were to be handed over to the keepers of other forests. To me it
was a sorry sight, and one of which I soon tired. So, leaving Dick
with some of his cronies, and a promise to meet at the Crown in a
couple of hours' time, I made my way at once to the inn, in hope to
glean some knowledge from the people there of the company expected.
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